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Two Poems

By Justin Morgan ARCHAEOLOGY When I am dead they will excavate the rooms of my house to unearth me in an artifact in fingerprints still...

The Two Sides of Burning

By Alexandria K. Mintah A blaze does not gently partake of its prey Nor take lessons in manners Nor mull over the use of the proper fork...

The Hospital Bed

By Alyssa Becker How is it possible that the one who has hurt me the most is myself? You. You invaded my life at the ripe age of eleven...